So
Acen 2009 came and went this weekend here in Chicago. Its so sad but
there will always be another one next year. Anyway this year I went
as Ichimaru Gin. While I was there I met a very nice Toshiro. We hung
out a bit. I guess its kinda funny, a Toshiro and Gin getting along
and hanging out, seeing as the two characters don't get along. Now
that the con is over it sadly means we'll probably never meet
again, seeing as I was just to shy to get anything more then a name
from him.

So
for the nice guy I met at the convention here is a Gin and Toshiro
fic.

Warning;
Spoilers. Light spoilers but spoilers all the same. All the way up to
the seconded half of the war on earth

Also
light and I mean light yaoi and character death.

The
Silver Fox that Runs Through the Snow

The
short captain walked to the head captain's door for the captains
meeting. The door was not open yet. He had left early it was to be
expected. With a sigh he leaned against a wall and waited for others
to arrive. He closed his green eyes, he was feeling a bit tired.
Dealing with Matsumoto was always tiring.

"Oh,
you're here early."

His
green eyes flew opened at the voice. A voice he was not fond of.

"Ichimaru,"
he said softly.

The
pale smiling face tilted to the side. "I didn't think anyone
would be here so early."

Toshiro
said nothing in reply. He just watched the thin man. The thin captain
watched him back. Both were standing a good distance form each other.
Both carefully watching the other. Or at least Toshiro assumed
Ichimaru was watching him, it was hard to tell with those constantly
closed eyes.

Toshiro
sighed. The heavy awkward silence was unbearable so he closed his
eyes again choosing to ignore the silver haired man.

As
soon as his eyes were closed he heard the soft footsteps of Ichimaru.
They were weird. Not the normal pattern of footsteps.

The
boy's eyes narrowed. Was Gin injured? If he was why was he hiding
it? And more importantly why did he care? Still he wanted to know the
truth for one reason or another.

"If
I am hearing things then you should have no problem walking over to
that wall, right?"

"Eh?"
was Gin's reply. He was still smiling, but it looked strained. Why
was he hiding the simple fact that he was injured? It didn't make
any sense.

Another
set of footsteps approached them.

"Good
afternoon everyone." The bi-speckled man said, giving the two a
wave.

"Aizen,"
Toshiro said giving the older man a nod.

"I
hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said looking at the two.

"I
waiting for Ichimaru to give me a walking demonstration," said the
small captain, crossing his arms. He smirked at the silver haired
man.

Aizen
adjusted his glasses. "Well Ichimaru can't do that,"

Toshiro
looked at the brunette. "He can't?"

"I
saw it myself. He took a nasty spill down some stairs."

"He
did?" Toshiro couldn't believe that.

The
light was reflecting of Aizen's glasses, hiding his eyes. "Indeed.
I can see why he didn't want to say anything, no one wants to admit
at being clumsy, right Captain Ichimaru?"

Toshiro
saw that smile waver for just a moment. What was going on? Aizen was
lying but why? Why would he lie? Ichimaru was one of the quickest and
more graceful of the captains, him falling down a flight of stairs
was ridicules. Aizen was clearly telling a lie. But what did he have
to gain from lying about something so stupid?

It
was then he realized. He didn't care. Why should he care what
happened to Ichimaru. Always picking on Momo, and distracting
Matsumoto. He was nothing but trouble. It served him right that his
leg or whatever was hurt.

"You
should be more careful Captain Ichimaru," he heard Aizen say.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

It
was later that night after the meeting when Toshiro saw Ichimaru
again. He was on the rooftops of the third squads barracks. He was
starring at the moon. It was a full moon tonight. It was high in the
sky the stars sparkling around it.

The
third captain was wearing an expression that the tenth, had never
seen him wear before. The smile was gone it was replaced by a sad
frown and the usually tightly closed eyes were open slightly. For the
first time Toshiro could see the scarlet color.

Without
another thought he leapt onto the roof suddenly appearing in front of
Ichimaru.

"What
are you doing?"

The
scarlet eyes were wide in surprise as the sudden intrusion. He
stumbled backwards finally falling backwards on the tiled roof.

Toshiro
did his very best to keep himself from laughing. He watched the
silver haired man sit up and rub his back.

"I
guess you are clumsier then I thought." the white haired captain
took a seat in front beside the silver haired captain.

Ichimaru
said nothing to this comment. The two never really talked before.
Ichimaru always seemed like a nasty character. Also he seemed to have
something against Aizen. He was always rude and sarcastic towards the
man. Toshiro was kind of fond of the fifth captain and didn't like
the way Ichimaru treated him. So he had chosen to ignore the silver
haired man to the best of his abilities. However, maybe he should
just give the man a chance.

Yet.
What could the two say to each other? They just sat in silence.
Toshiro glanced at the thin man. His eyes were tightly closed again.
A weak smile gracing his lips.

"That
Kuchiki girl is still missing," he said at last, just to get rid of
the awkward silence.

Gin
nodded. "I bet Captain Kuchiki is worried bout his lil' sis."

Silence
again.

Toshiro
sighed. He tried.

"You'll
take good care of Ran-chan, right?"

Toshiro
looked back at the thin man. "Matsumoto?" he asked.

Ichimaru
nodded. "You'll take good care of her, right?"

Toshiro
looked back up at the sky. "She does a good job of looking after
her self."

The
smile grew a little bigger. "That she does. But make sure she stays
out of trouble, and make sure she is never sad."

Toshiro
frowned a bit. What was this all about? "I'll do my best," he
said.

"Good,"
the thin man stood up. A bony hand peeked out of the his long sleeves
and ruffled the white spiky hair. "I know she's in good hands,"

Irritated
at the childish hair ruffling he grabbed the thin wrist. "Right,
right,"

He
stood up the thin wrist still in his grasp. "What is this all about
anyway?" he asked. He froze for a moment. The wrist was all
bruised. He carefully let it go. "Ichimaru," he whispered.

"I
just want to make sure she's in good hands, is all," the
carefully tucked his hands back in their sleeves.

"Ichimaru,"
said Toshiro again.

"Well
its getting late. Little kids should be in bed."

"Ichimaru,"
Toshiro said again a little louder.

"Well,
bye bye!" called Ichimaru flash stepping away.

Toshiro
clenched his fists. What was that? Someone was hurting Ichimaru. But
who? Aizen was covering up it seemed. What was going on? Toshiro
didn't know. But he did know that for one reason or another he felt
worried for the thin captain.

However
he wouldn't have time to worry about that. Because a two weeks
later Ichigo and his friends broke into soul society to save Rukia
Kuchiki.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx

He
left Hinamori's room. Anger flooded threw him. Damn Aizen. Damn
Tousen. And damn Ichimaru. He felt so stupid. He had been fooled and
deceived by all of them. He walked towards his office. Inside a
strawberry blonde woman was crying.

"Matsumoto,"
he called softly as he entered.

She
jumped in surprise, quickly whipping the tears away. "Captain!"
she said jumping up. "How is Hinamori?"

He
smiled at her sadly. "Fine for right now." He looked up at her.
"How are you?"

"I'm
fine," she said. "After all, I still have my captain," she
smiled at him.

'Take
care of her,' Ichimaru's
voice whispered in his ear.

"Yes
I'm still here. But your best friend isn't,"

Her
smile faded for a moment and her silvery eyes became watery. "That's
true. He is gone. But, its not something I'm not used to. When we
were kids he was always running off. But he always came back to me."

"Where
did he go?" asked Toshiro.

"To
Aizen," she answered darkly. "And he's run off with him again."
she crossed her arms. And smiled sadly. "He'll come back though.
He always does. And if he doesn't-" She couldn't finish her
sentence.

If
Ichimaru Gin didn't come back they would have to kill him.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

There
they stood. Captains vs. the traitors and Espadas. He finished off
the third Espada and looked back at the ring of fire where the three
defective captains had been trapped.

Toshiro
was bruised and bloodied. But he still had fight left in him. All
around him the Espada were falling. The visards and the two ex
captains were here finishing off the remaining two Espada. The ring
of fire had at last faded and three powerful opponents waited for
them.

The
white haired captain still had fight left in him but in his state was
no match for any of the opponents that stood before them. He stepped
back and stood next to a wounded Soi Fon and an dying Matsumoto. Kira
was doing his very best to heal her.

His
green eyes sadly looked down at her. Her whole side had been blown
apart. "Matsumoto," he said kneeling beside her. "I'm sorry,'

She
smiled at him, even as her life was slipping away she still was the
same Matsumoto she always had been.

"What
are you sorry for?" she asked. "I was careless."

"He
asked me to take care of you,"

"Who
did?"

"Ichimaru,
not long after he left,"

She
smiled sadly and closed her eyes.

"I'm
doing my best, sir," said Kira his green eyes filled with worry. He
looked over at his former captain.

He
looked around. Hinamori was shaking. Hisagi was pale. All who had
been betrayed were still suffering.

He
was still in banki form. He could still fight for a little longer.

Spreading
his icy wings he took off towards the former captains.

His
sword clashed against Ichimaru's short one.

"She's
dying!" he roared.

Dark
brown eyes turned to look at the two.

Aizen.
He would deal with Aizen next.

Gin
still with that smile looked up at the angry white haired captain.
"That's why I asked you to protect her,"

"Ichimaru!"
He roared. "Why? Why? Your on the wrong side. Look at all the
people over their that still need you,"

His
words were cut short. Aizen had snapped his fingers and Tousen
quickly appeared behind Ichimaru.

"You
have lost your path." With that the dark skinned man stabbed
Ichimaru right threw the back.

Green
eyes stared at the blade threw Ichimaru. Red rubies dripping from it.
His own sword shook in anger. He turned to look at Aizen who was no
longer looking back at them.

"Ichimaru!"
he called looking back at the thin man. Gin's sword, Shinso slipped
form his fingers and fell towards the ground. "Ichimaru!" he
cried. "You can't die! What about Matsumoto? Are you going to
leave her again?"

The
thin man made no sound.

Tousen's
sword slowly pulled out of the former captain's body. Once out
completely Ichimaru's body too, fell towards the fake town below.

Wasting
no time the sword was aimed at him. The tenth captain quickly dodged
it. He felt himself grow angrier. Damn Aizen. This in the end was all
his fault. It all came down to being his fault. Everyone was
suffering because of him. He felt a hand grab his shoulder.

"Easy
there," It was one of the visards. He had blonde hair and weird
teeth. He had been Aizens captain, if he recalled correctly. "We
all want a piece of Aizen kido. You look spent though. Let us take
over."

Toshiro
looked up at his ice petals. He had only one left. And it was fading
fast. He nodded at the older man and instead flew down to the ground.
The fake city. Fallen Espadas and fraction members littered the
ground. Half of his fake body laid on the ground too.

There
he was. He kneeled down next to the former third captain. The third
captain for some reason felt tears building in the corners of his
eyes. "Ichimaru,: he said.

"You
look like a little icy angel of death," coughed the dying traitor.

"Be
serious," growled Toshiro. "Making jokes at the very end, how
stupid,"

He
felt tears falling from his eyes. This was stupid. Why was so upset?
He and Ichimaru had never gotten along. Yet, that one night when he
had seen the thin captain's sad expression, him starring sadly at
the moon. He didn't know what was wrong at the time. Now he did
know. He knew that Aizen was a cruel ruthless man. He was a man that
would cut down his subordinates if there loyalty wavered for even a
moment. That was shy Gin had, had bruises on his wrists. Why he
couldn't walk right that one day. Maybe he was hurt for having a
change of heart at the betrayal plan at the last minute and Aizen had
punished him. Toshiro would never learn the reason and at this point
in time it really didn't matter.

"Ichimaru,"
he said. He picked up the thin man and held him tightly. They were
never close and never friends. But to die alone wondering if anyone
really cares that your dying is too sad a punishment for anyone.

"Tell
Matsumoto I'm sorry," he heard a whisper. Toshiro nodded his
green eyes still shedding tears. Each breath for the silver haired
man became harder. Toshiro wished there was something he could do.
But he didn't know any healing kido and everyone was busy fighting
Aizen. And Unohana wasn't here. All he could do was keep Gin
company as he died.

As
Ichimaru's last breath came close the icy wings of his banki
shattered around them. It surrounded them it tiny icy shards shinning
in the setting sun.

"Thank
you for being here," came a weak voice.

Toshiro
couldn't think of anything to say. His green eyes just starred at
the scarlet ones. They were quickly loosing their life.

Toshiro
pressed his forehead against Gin's. "Don't die," he
whispered. Gin just couldn't. It wasn't fair. "Matsumoto.
You're going to make her cry."

Gin's
bony hand was wrapped in his own. "Rangiku," he whispered.

Just
as the last of the icy crystals fell around them Toshiro leaned in
and lightly pressed his lips against Gin's cold ones. He pulled
away. "That was from her,"

Gin
smiled his last smile. "Liar,"

Toshiro
hugged the limped body tightly. As tears fell freely now. Damn that
smiling fox. He was gone now. He held the body tightly his hands
wrapped in the silver hair.

The
last of the ice fell around them. Aizen's raitsu was fading. They
had done it. Soul Society had been saved. This human town had been
saved. The king was safe. None of that seemed to matter right now.
After all Gin was dead. Aizen too was soon to be taking his last
breath. Tousen too, must be gone. The lives that would be shattered
because of these peoples lives were gone, was a heavy number.
Hinamori would probably never be able to fully recover. Matsumoto
would certainly drink even more now. And what about Kira and Hisagi?
And what about him?

He
burried his face in Ichimaru's white clothes. Tears still falling.
What about him?

A/N
I feel that this is really sad. Like I've been tearing up like
crazy. For many reasons. I just wanted to write a Toshiro Gin fic.
It's a hard pairing to write. My apologies of it isn't good. I
just wanted to write one because of the con. Its not based on our
experience or anything. Just something I wanted to write. I just feel
really stupid for not being brave enough for not asking for a number
or anything. I just feel silly too, for being so upset about
something like that. I feel even worse that I don't have any pics
of us at con either. I know there out there though. We got our pics
taken a lot. With a Grimmjaw too. Well anyway I'll stop writing
about my self pity. I do hope you liked it even though its sad. I'm
sorry.

Also
I have some pics of the convention if any one would like to see them
their on my face book just ask and I'll send you the link.

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